I think I probably screwed up last night, not about my "sitch", as that's fading into the distance, but rather just for ME. W had to come over to drop off some forms for the kids for school. I've been rehearsing like crazy trying to get ready for my gig tonight. I was playing when she showed up, but I stopped and went to exchange stuff. I kept the exchange very short, because I wanted to get back to rehearsing.

While W was in my kitchen, she revealed her latent curiosity about what's going with me by scanning my counter, and zeroing in on a little piece of paper with my song list on it. She says "Wow, Funkadelic?" I tried to make little of it, and said "Just a few songs I'm working on." She said "Do you have a plan to play out at <bar name> any time soon?" I am a horrible liar, and it seemed so silly to purposely not tell her, so I smiled and said "Well... actually... I'll be playing tomorrow night." Her face lit up and she said "What?! Well, um, would you mind if I went to watch?" I paused for a bit, then said "Oh, I guess that would be ok." I smiled and said "It'll just add to the strangeness of the whole situation." I told her about the young kid I'll be playing with.

I wasn't very excited about her going. I feel like it's something in MY life, and I'm not sure I want her invading it. But, she seemed like she sincerely wanted to support me, so I agreed. I even asked if she wanted to hear what I've been working on, and she said sure. It wasn't that I wanted to perform for HER. I strangely felt like I just wanted to plop someone on the sofa as a surrogate audience, and she was there. I'm very nervous about performing, and I wanted to try to play in front of someone. I played "Mother" for her, and made it through without a hitch, so I was pleased. That tune has bloody 5/4 time in some sections! She said I sounded great, and I'd do well, then went to leave. She reiterated before she left "You sure you're ok with me going?" I said "It's ok, I don't mind." She could hear hesitation in my voice, and she said "If you decide you don't want me to, you have to let me know before I get home, because I'm gonna start texting and calling and getting a group together to go!" She asked "Who's going to be going on your end?" I said "There will be a group from work, and a bunch of friends." She started digging a bit for info, but I was evasive. She let it go, and we said goodbye.

I suppose it feels a little good to be pursued, but I don't know why she's pursuing. Whatever. I've got more important things to worry about! Like remembering lyrics!